My Angel

My Angel
Are you there when I sigh?

Do you feel it when I cry?

Do you feel it when I die?

My Angel

Are you lonely for me?
Do I harken a cry too painful for thee

Am I selfish

For questioning and neglecting you

Are you happy?

Am I?

 

My Angel

Do I make you smile?

Do I make you laugh?

Do you feel my heart?

Are you near my path?

I wish to be…

I wish to do…

I wish you near

For eternity…

 

My Angel
Can you feel it?

The life which you guide.

Can you hear it?

My soul filled with pride.

 

My Angel
Is He great? 

As great as you?
Can you relate?

Perhaps a fate for you…

 

My Angel
I wish to see 

As the blind enlightened

I wish to hear

As the deaf awakened

I wish to speak

With the voice forever silent

I wish to touch

With the purity of the mind

 

My Angel
Call me home
Together, never alone

I pray to Him
Do you hear me?
My Angel

I feel for Him
Do you feel me?
My Angel

I cry for Him
Are you there?
My Angel

 

I speak to him

Perhaps you, my angel

Tired of making sense

What am I waiting for? Perhaps Life… perhaps death… or whatever falls in the middle

I have been waiting for that miracle, that moment, that epiphany… the moment where it will all make sense… Does that make sense? I have waited so long yet my impatience is unjustified… part of my mind is content… the other is at war with my ideals, the way I want to live and the way I chose to live… Does that make sense?

I have waited and now my body is beginning to wear… I am getting tired… I have waited for life to get easier… less misfortunes and more joy…I have waited and asked, not for much… just a small sign… am I selfish? Perhaps… I seem to ask for more now and become more disheartened… again… a battle between my ideals and my reality…

I work hard everyday… I work my bones make my body weak… My mind has been strong, so has my spirit… now I find that time has turned away. No longer on my side. Time has gone to join my dreams and desires… hidden from my sight and my knowledge… time has joined my delusion.

Perhaps I speak toofreely, letting my inhibitions free… letting my body speak for my mind and thus for my souls subconscious… does that make sense? I have a feeling that all my waiting has turned into acomforting illusion… that perhaps the viel will never drop… my mirage will never fade and in turn this reality will in turn be reality…

Tired of working so hard… I do not even do it for myself… I need to breathe…

too late

We must act now
We must speak before it is too late

How often do we regret
How often do we forget

Why do we procrastinate?
The future is approaching
The future waits for none

Hurry it is almost too late!
Speak the words you feel
Speak and make them real

Breathe…keep them close
Soon they will be gone
Soon they will forget

Hurry it is almost too late!
Say “I love you” for Gods sake…

 

Silence

Silence

 

Take for granted no longer
It is too late
Now you must say “I miss you”
To a shadow in the frame

Deserve

Tonight I feel low

Crawling up for air

Breathing in for life

 

Tonight I fell deep

Pushed down by life

Pushed down by love

 

Was it security that held me 

Perhaps a chain which binded

Was it fear which held me

Perhaps guilt that blinded

 

Tonight I saw

What once was love

Turned dark and sad

What once shone hope

Faded glimmer of what was had

 

To see one push you down

On your knees

Crying tears of pleading

Reaching for the last signs of hope

 

To see one push you down

Watch you cry

Watch you crawl

 

What deserves this?

For there is only the what, not the whom.

No person deserves this

The silence

The tears…

Why should I?

If

If there is light in the soul,
There will be beauty in the person.
If there is beauty in the person,
There will be harmony in the house.
If there is harmony in the house,
There will be order in the nation.
If there is order in the nation,
There will be peace in the world.

-Chinese Proverb

An inspiration… perhaps my muse

Wasn’t too long ago when I was thinking about these things… I wrote sometime back about my inspirations… Since then I have been blessed into meeting some beautiful and awe inspiring people… I have been blessed with some new friends… or shall I call them my muses…

 

Inspiration is an interesting thing. It can come in the form of a breeze or in the thunder of an applause… It can be seen in the majesty of the sun or in the darkness of the night… It can come in a single word after a thoughtful silence… It can come in the wake of a devistating tragedy… Either way we look for it… seek it… wait for an epiphany… wait for the knowledge… We feel the need for it… we wait… and some are blessed… like myself… 

 

If I had to name an inspiration… I suppose it would have to be the unknown… I get inspired by my thoughts, my beliefs, the things that can not be explained… it inspires me to search, deep within myself… what I find is questions and a deep sense of wonder… how far will the mind go… But it is easy to name inspirational things… it is people that we need to inspire… people to rise above the rest and  rescue us from the mundane… the routine… make us think out of the box, out of our lives… To find inspirational people that is a blessing…

 

Akash… has become a dear friend… his words are ever so beautiful… the bring forth deep feeling… I can not describe his words

Cyrus Rumi... The pages emit a beautiful energy and peace… I love it there. 

Ray Gratzner… What can I say? after I read his words I am left in reflection always with some wonderful feelings… he inspires me greatly…

Michael from EarthPages… his dedication to spreading knowledge is wonderful… he inspires me… 

Michael from sky rope… the words paint masterpieces… never have I seen such beauty… amazing works of art… he is an inspiration

Mossy… his soul and questions are powerful… I love his words… he is an inspiration

Now I have only recently met Amber… all I have to say is her energy and intentions are pure… her words are true and from her purpose I find inspiration and light…

Another recent acquaintance is Michael… his words are fresh and alive… His poetry weaves emotions and his purpose is with the purest of intentions… he is an inspiration

Now to Grace… I can not thank her enough… she has inspired me simply by being… her words always carry a deeper and greater meaning… she is an inspiration

And now I  call on the inspiration of my Soul’s friends… for they know who they are…

Sanity has inspired me with her words… her humor and her intentions… she spreads light wherever she travels… I only wish to shine as brightly as she shines… she inspires me

Glaize such a wise soul… so young and yet so old… her life will shine bright and she will change the world… truly amazing… and she inspires me

CordieB… the energy she radiates could light the world… we should look into that! Her words and riddles will leave you in awe… I can only wish for an ounce of her insight… she inspires me

Gypsy… My old friend… her words bring me to a place of peace…I thank her for the connection… she inspires me…

Zen, Sorrow, Kalliope, Surface Earth… Beautiful and Talented by their own right… 

Kalliope… amazing art… she is know to have a musecatcher… I say she is the muse… Inspiring!

Sorrow… Her energy is strong and pure… amazing! Inspiring!

Zenuria… Beautiful and deep intentions, stronger than she knows… Inspiring!

Surface Earth… Powerful thoughts… with deep insight of life… she inspires me

 

This began as a thank you to Sanity and Glaize… I can not simply state how humbled I am… I can only say this is the reason for my inspiration… all these people weaved together in my life… brilliant people with beautiful things to say… their lives to share… I am blessed… these are the reasons for my inspiration… these are my muses…

Weep for yourselves

 

“One cannot weep for the entire world. It is beyond human strength. One must chose” -Jean Anouilh

When we wake and the dawn brings us our thoughts anew, what have we to do? A new day to bring a new way. Each day marks the possibility for greatness. And what do we do with it? Forget as people have done for years. We choose our battles, attribute our strengths and transcend our failures onto the next generation. When will this stop, the endless cycle of ignorance and contention?

Is it true we must choose? The pureness of the innocent who know not what the world has become. The misled who follow under false pretense the chosen path of few wise men? Who can we weep for? Ourselves perhaps? The cycle continues…nothing resolved…nothing achieved…the beginning at hand…the end perhaps. Do we all recognize man kind for its faults? Or do we see perfection in a mirage? We need to disturb our eyes, and suffer the Earth. Feel the Earth…for our fathers lie within screaming for us to hear, “Do not weep for the entire world…weep for yourselves, for the cure is hidden and it takes but one to see and the rest to believe”

Choose to believe!!

I recalled this quote by Jean Anouilh… perhaps we shall weep for one another…what say you?